I can't have your sweet, sweet cock, so at least tell me so I can... dream a little."Come on, you horny bitch," he whispered, leaning forward and touc...ing her fingers with his."You know I can't, if I do, you'll blab it the bridesmaids just to make them drool with envy," part of this he felt was true, part of it was to heighten Alice's desire for the moment they entered the wedding suite and began to undress.This bantering continued for the rest of the week. Finally the wedding took place, and. ”“What thing?” she quickly replied. With a blush growing on her face she continued, “Oh, you mean that ‘thing’ boys have between their legs!”“Yeah,” I said. “I mean that ‘thing’. For some reason it’s getting bigger, fatter, and longer. And no, it’s not hurting. As a matter of fact, it’s feeling pretty good!” With a smile brightening her face, Aimie whispered, “Joey, my ‘thing’ is feeling good, too. I don’t know why, but it is. Did you know that the ‘thing’ between my legs is different. I realy love when they come with many friends, and that in the minutes, without even saying a word to me, i have a cock in each hole , they use me as a cum dumpster, insulting me, then leave me there, covered with their cum, saying "see you tomorrow, fat whore, be ready with your fat ass". It excites me terribly and I want to start right now. So I hope and I can not wait for others to come back to fuck me like a slut. It makes me feel so bitch.All my lovers are also allowed to send me their. It only reinforced how She was so very right, and how every other woman on the planet was so very not! She often spoke about how close and comfortable it was to be with Him. How they seemed so psychically connected that they even ordered the same dishes in restaurants. He was finally ready to let himself be vulnerable again after too many past hurts. He was finally ready to take this relationship to the next, intimate stage.Then suddenly she told him She wasn't going to be seeing Him any.